Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.